- Ronald has lost his rat. - I haven't lost anything!

See what I must do to survive?

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

...I hope it's Granger.

How many times do I have to tell you?

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

...and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night.

Ron, maybe I should do it.

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

But you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle.

And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding.

No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come.

This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.

Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.

Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much.